Chickenpox - Tumblr Posts

I actually had a full blown argument with a friend over the existence of this vaccine after moving to New Zealand. She believes me now, at least. I've been exposed to two people with chickenpox (one showed up to roll over my bed and hug me, ugh children) and not had to worry at all afterwards. I was very lucky to receive this vaccine after being born in 1998.

i rly wanna know like americans and non-americans- were u immunised against chicken pox or did ur parents rather u just get infected as a child??

Inktober day 22 scratchy

A little red and way too hot

A lot of people in Encanto were sick currently. Of course, Luisa did all she could to help. After all, she was young and strong. There's no way she would actually get sick.

Bad things happen bingo: Chickenpox

One of the peculiarities of life in the Encanto was the almost complete lack of illness. And it wasn't even because of Julieta's gift. In a closed community, all the viruses or bacteria were brought with the first settlers and died in a few years.

So, when the mountains cracked and dozens of visitors came into the village, Encanto was plagued by epidemics. The fact that most of the villagers who were younger than Encanto itself weren't ever sick in their lives and had zero immunoresistance didn't help.

Luisa turned over on her side, groaning in pain. The red blisters on her skin were itching so badly. But she didn't have the energy to do anything about it; her arms were too heavy, and she wanted to do nothing but lie in her bed because of how hot she was. Her head started to ache along with feeling general weakness in her body for a few days before the first ill scrabs appeared on her face.

The doctor, who moved in here a while ago, checked her. At first, it seemed like the flu; many of the villagers were sick with it currently, to the point where you could call it an epidemic. But when Luisa started to become stained, the diagnosis changed to chickenpox. Most people in the outside world were sick with it in childhood, but the village didn't have the virus before; it couldn't just appear out of nowhere. So Luisa couldn't have it when she was a minor; in fact, the only one in the family who was already immune was Abuela. Luisa most likely got sick when she delivered medicines and food to sick villagers. As she was physically strong, she assumed that she would get through any illness easily. Now, lying in her bed, Luisa wasn't so sure anymore. But again, she wasn't really sick before, so maybe this was normal. Either way, she felt bad for all people who were ever sick.

The time was melting together, Luisa wasn't sure how long she had slept or what exactly was going on around her. Memories were a dizzy-fever mess. Her head was hot like freshly brewed coffee, and yet she felt cold. The rash didn't help at all. It was itchy and annoying; the strange ointments helped a little, but it still wasn't a great feeling. And her muscles felt so weak... Compared to it, Luisa had super strength even without her gift.

Sometimes she caught the feeling of a palm against her forehead, but she was too oblivious to her surroundings that she couldn't make out who it was. People were whispering, touching her kindly as her sick from fever brain couldn't make anything that was going on. She knew that sometimes her parents visited her, but only for a short time to prevent themselves from getting infected. Luisa was nineteen, and if she felt that bad... She didn't want to think about how mom and dad would take it in their fifty and forty-eighth years, respectively. And even if they would take it easier, the family didn't need more problems.

"Señorita, how are you going?" Luisa slightly opened her eyes with a weak groan. She stared at Señora.... whoever she was, for a few seconds before her eyes closed again.

"Your body is taking it even worse than expected." Luisa could sense worry in the woman's voice. She remembered something about chickenpox being more dangerous in adults... Or maybe it was a part of a fever dream, because why would kids take it better? She didn't know. But it sounded strange.

The red spots on her body itched so much that Luisa felt that she would've rubbed herself to the meat just to calm it down if she could move her hands. The only thing she was able to do was toss over, feeling the cold pillow against her reddish cheek. People were still talking, but she could never bother enough to actually listen to anyone. Being sick definitely wasn't cool in both senses of this word.